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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My entry that won 2nd place in rsjakovac's flash fiction contest!!! :D There was a 500 word limit, and this is what I came up with! Please let me know what you think(:

Submitted: June 13, 2013

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Pushing myself farther towards the back of the coat closet, I waited for the intruder to, hopefully, walk away.

The floorboards whined as the heavy shoes of the trespasser neared the closet door. In fear of my petrified voice betraying me, I held my breath and counted.

1

2

3

4

5

The floor’s moaning began to recede, and I applied pressure to my arm which was responsible for several crimson stains on my exhausted t-shirt.

6

7

8

9

A lamp shrieked the tune of shattered glass as it foreshadowed the consecutive ‘thud’ two rooms from where I anxiously lingered. I attempted to pull myself up into a comfortable position, but my crooked ankle sent pain throughout my leg in protest.

10

11

12

13

The footsteps echoed away from the kitchen to a destination I could not decipher. Suddenly, the dim light that the small crack of the closet door allowed to caress my face vanished beneath a looming shadow. I covered my mouth with my bloody hand, not trusting myself to remain calm.

14

15

16

17

The floor beneath me quivered as a never ending rumble encased the house from the outside. Luckily, the noise drove the footsteps up the stairs.

18

19

20

When the footsteps had completed their journey up the stairs and were no longer within ear shot, I was able to release a sigh of relief.

Big mistake.

21

22

23

Abruptly, the trespasser began pounding their way down the stairs with footsteps crafted from lead.  My heart rate hastened with my breathing as I unsuccessfully tried to continue counting.

He’s going to find me. I thought to myself. He’s going to take me back to the basement. I cannot go back there!

24

25

26

The pandemonium ceased simultaneously with a bright flash, both followed by quivering floorboards. Reluctantly, I found myself trembling in unison.

27

The intruder began to pace again. A chill ran up my spine as my eyes began to burn. Please, don’t do this. I beg silently in my head. Please, just go away and leave me be. I don’t want to die.

28

The shadow remained still in front of the closet door’s trivial opening. My breathing stopped masking the outside noises long enough for me to hear the thrashing downpour on the roof of the house.

29

The shadow shifted from the opening, giving me false hope. The door screamed open, and a bright flash of light from a window illuminated around the intruder. I shrieked moments after a second rumble caused the floors to tremble.

“Found you, little boy.” A gruesome voice declared from the man’s sinister smile. “I thought I told you not to run away.” He vented in a disturbing manor.

As I tried to break from his grasp, he pulled me by my legs from the closet, down a flight of stairs.

30

I could hear the sly smile in his voice. “Back to the basement you go.” 

 

 


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